Prince Andru is a cold-hearted man
He rules the Rock with
an iron hand
His power is vast, his
realm is small
His word is death, for
one and all
Chapter
Seven
The Broken Ballista was fairly out of
the way. But after negotiating a maze-like
warren of twisting streets lined by teetering and run-down old houses and shops
(and after stopping several times to ask directions of passerbys), Jack and
Sandstar managed to locate it
This
was definitely the bad side of town, complete with the usual coughing beggars
and grimy rag-covered children playing in the streets.
There
were street toughs too, and more than once Sandstar feared they would be
accosted by some group of rowdies or another.
But something about the confidence with which Twilight Jack carried
himself seemed to make most of them think twice. Once they were challenged by a brawny unkempt man with bad
teeth, who was backed up by five or six others. Jack had made short work of the matter, leaving the leader
clutching a shattered knee by the side of the road. His compatriots fled.
After
that, the gangs gave them a fairly wide berth, and they reached their
destination without further incident. The Broken Ballista wasn't much of a
shop, just a little one-room place with weapons and armor fittings lining the
walls, and a small raised worktable. A
bored and fairly nondescript man stood behind the worktable, working on
repairing a small crossbow which apparently had a broken mechanism. He glanced up perfunctorily as they entered,
then turned his attention back to his work.
"Are
you the man they call Dev?" Jack
asked.
The
man ignored them.
"Are
you Dev?" Jack asked, a little more loudly.
Again
there was no response.
"I
wonder how he ever gets customers," said Sandstar. "Do you suppose he's deaf?"
"More
likely, he's dumb," said Jack. He
stepped closer to the man. "We're
looking for a man called Alexian Salonina; we were told to ask for him here. If you don't know anything about this man,
you'd better speak up now, before I get annoyed."
The
man looked up at them, grunted, and said:
"Sit. Wait here."
"Thank
you," said Jack, taking a seat on the right wall.
The
man grunted again, and went back to work.
Maybe
three-quarters of an hour went by. A
few people came in periodically to purchase weapons or armor, or (more often)
to have a damaged item repaired. Dev,
if that was his name, went on about his business as if Jack and Sandstar
weren't there.
After
a time, Sandstar started to grow a trifle impatient. "When will we be seeing Alexian, I wonder? Is he going to have us wait here all
day?"
"We'll
see this Alexian - or, more likely, his representative - when they've satisfied
themselves that we're worthy, no doubt."
"'They'?"
the elf asked.
Jack
nodded. "We are, at this very
moment, being watched. We have been for
some time. They have some intelligence
men trying to identify who we are, no doubt, and how we fit into the local
political scheme."
"Then
might we never get an interview?
Neither of us has any political affiliations here, and if we aren't
recognized-"
"We'll
be recognized, if we haven't been already.
My reputation will no doubt have preceded me, and they'll be wondering
what I'm after. After they've puzzled
that our, they'll decide how best to make use of me. Then the meeting will occur.
They'll want to trade Windhook, or information on how to find him, for
something."
Just
then a wiry little halfling entered the shop.
The shopkeeper ignored him.
The
halfling looked around for moment, as if orienting himself. "Are you the gentlemen asking to see
Salonina?" he asked.
"I
believe so, yes," answered Jack, "though I don't know that either of
us is a gentleman in particular."
"Right
then," said the halfling.
"Follow me."
He
led them not out through the only door, but rather towards the far wall. He siezed the handle of a battle axe
displayed there, and twisted. A crack
opened in the wall as a secret door opened inward. Dark steps beyond led downward.
The
halfling ushered them in. "At the
bottom," he said. Quickly he
stepped backwards and twisted the axe handle again. The door swung shut behind them, leaving them engulfed in
darkness.
A
snapping sound followed, and light returned as Jack held up an incandescent
blue flask. "Theryon Algae,"
he explained. "Excellant light
source in the phlogiston. No heat, you
see."
They
proceeded down the stone steps, and entered a large torchlit stone room. There was a desk with a lamp on it, behind
which sat a young-looking man with a mustache. There were two chairs facing the desk.
"Have
a seat," said the man absently, scribbling something on a ledger before
him.
Sandstar
sat.
"I
prefer to stand," said Jack.
"I expect this will be fairly brief."
If
the mustached man was surprised, he did a good job of concealing it. "Suit yourself. What was it you wanted?"
"I
assume I am speaking to Alexian Salonina, head of a smuggling operation here on
Bral?"
The
mustached man smiled. "Don't be
ridiculous. Let us say that you are
speaking to the head of a small, perfectly legal operation. And you are speaking to that head
indirectly."
Jack
nodded. "It makes little
difference to me, as long as I get the information I want."
"Which
is?"
"Jarren
Windhook worked for you once."
The
man shrugged. "He might
have."
"He
did. He's gone to ground recently and
I'm looking to find him."
The
man sighed. "And what do you want
from me?"
"Information
that will lead me to him."
The
mustached man leaned back, steepling his fingers. "And what have you to offer me in exchange?"
"Name
your price."
The
man smiled. "We don't need money,
my friend."
Jack
shook his head. "I didn't think
you did. What is it you want me to give
you?"
The
man shrugged. "You are an assassin
by trade, are you not?"
Jack
nodded. "My reputation precedes
me."
"Well,
it so happens that there is a man on the Rock who badly needs killing."
"There
are probably very many. Yourself
included. Before we go any further in
this, I have to know what you can give me."
The
man smiled. "How about Windhook
himself? We have him."
Jack
nodded. "Excellant. Who do you want dead?"
The
man was a little surprised. "Well,
the situation's a little complicated..."
"I
could care less about the situation."
"It
won't be easy," he insisted.
"Your
standards and mine probably differ.
Give me a name."
The
man looked at him for a moment, hesitant to speak. "Prince Andru," he said at last, sounding almost as if
he expected Jack to refuse instantly.
"Done,"
said Jack.
The
mustached man was surprised. "Just
like that?"
"Just
like that. Is there a certain day you
want him dead, or can I do it immediately?"
The
man considered. "As soon as
possible." He thought for a
moment. "I suppose I should tell
you about the people that surround him; his safeguards and such?"
"Unnecessary,"
said Jack. "Do you want him killed
in a specific way?"
"No. But - and this is very important - you must
leave behind a signature."
"I
have no signature."
The
man shook his head. "I wasn't
talking about you. I was talking about
my organization." He reached into
the desk, pulling out a small white cloth embroidered with flowing red
characters. "You'll leave this on
the body, as a sort of calling card."
Jack
took the cloth, looking it over.
"We return here when I've finished?"
"You
return to the shop. My men will guide
you from there."
"Good. Have Windhook nearby, then."
The
man nodded.
"One
last thing," said Jack, "I don't appreciate those who don't live up
to their agreements. You'd better have
Windhook."
* * *
The
Marin's Song was an inn located in
the middle city. It was fairly
nondescript, with adequate if not luxurious rooms and decent quality fare. Jack had picked it after making certain
there were three different exits from the building.
The
innkeeper was a small albino man with purple eyes. If he was surprised by Jack's request to examine the room before
deciding on paying for it, he didn't show it.
Jack
examined several of the rooms before settling on one at the end of the second
floor. He checked the window, which
opened onto a small overhanging roof and overlooked the small alley below, and
made sure of the door.
"This
will do," said Jack at last, satisfied.
"We'll take this."
Quickly
he paid enough for two nights lodging and sent the innkeeper away.
Julian
looked around. "Kind of shabby,
isn't it?"
"We're
not here on vacation."
The
elf was forced to agree. "What
now?"
"For
you, nothing. I have some field work to
do. Do whatever you want, but don't
stray far from the inn," he instructed.
"We may be leaving the Rock suddenly."
Julian
was puzzled. "Then why book
rooms?"
"Because
we might not be leaving the Rock suddenly.
More importantly, I don't want anyone to think we might be leaving. Wait here for me." He headed for the door.
"Where
are you going? To assassinate
Andru?"
Jack
looked back at him. "Not until
I've found out everything about the situation and the motives of the involved
parties."
"Do
you want me to ask around, find out what I can?"
Jack
shrugged as he left. "If it makes
you feel useful. You might even stumble
across something I don't."
* * *
He
was gone for the better part of three hours.
Julian spent most of that time down in the common room. It was all but abandoned, save for one or
two others, and there was little to do, but he had no way of knowing when Jack
would return or how swiftly they might have to leave, so he settled in to wait.
He
ordered dinner, and it arrived not long after, a bland and unappetizing meal of
fried turkey, broiled scov-potatoes, and flat ale. "How very human," he remarked, wondering whether he was
really hungry enough to eat it.
Just
as he picked up the fork, Jack entered.
He caught sight Julian of and approached.
"You
found what you were looking for?" asked the elf.
Jack
nodded. "Pretty much."
"And
what was that?"
"Information."
Julian
smiled. "Well, don't keep me in
the dark. What did you find out?"
"The
major players here are as follows: One,
Prince Andru and his court. Two, the
yakuza thieves' guild. Three, the Red
Masks thieves' guild. Four, the Tenth
Pit. There are other concerned groups
and organizations, but I've ruled out their involvement."
"I
don't follow," said Sandstar.
"It's
fairly complicated. First, let's take
Andru and his court. Prince Andru is
the nominal ruler of the Rock. In
reality, he is the man with the most power here, although he'd love to expand
his rule. He's ruthless, power-hungry,
and cruel - all traits of a good dictator.
He is surrounded by and relies upon a number of people he doesn't fully
trust. His right hand man is a human
named Diadan Cartan. Cartan is his most
capable and least trusted underling.
His proconsul is the archmage Gadaric Main. And his spymaster and intelligence agent is Mardan Rhom - the
person who heads the Watchers, Andru's intelligence network.
"Andru
trusts none of these three, and he is wise not to do so, for they are each
plotting against him. The only people
Andru trusts fully are the Lady Cerena , his consort; Mahaxara Khal, the
utterly loyal captain of his personal guard; and Tiendor Allen, a half-elf
friend of many years.
"For
some time now, Andru has kept Cartan, Main, and Rhom at bay by playing them one
against the other. But recently Cartan
and Rhom met secretely and formed a covert alliance. Diadan Cartan, incidentally, is the head of the Tenth Pit on
Bral, a very well kept secret."
"So
Cartan and Rhom are behind Alexian?"
Jack
shook his head. "Cartan is Alexian, unless I miss my guess. Rhom is connected with the Red Masks, the
guild to which your friend Trevor belongs, and the people that sent us to meet
'Alexian'."
"And
the yakuza you mentioned?"
Jack
nodded. "They are meant to take
the blame for the assassination when it goes wrong."
"'When'? Don't you mean if it goes wrong?"
Jack
was impatient. "No, I mean
when. I am meant to fail in the
attempt. But I'm coming to that. Let's take this in order, shall we? Now, you do know who the yakuza are, don't
you?"
Sandstar
nodded. "Not specifically, but I
am familiar with the term. It's a
secret society much like a thieves' guild, but run and membered by a specific
family. The idea has its roots in some
of the oriental kingdoms of Toril, I believe, in Realmspace, where it is in
common practice."
"Something
like that," affirmed Jack.
"When the empire of Shou Lung began its program of aggressively
entering space and making itself a spelljamming power, it took the yakuza with
it. Here on the Rock there is a
considerable Shou presence. And the
leader of the yakuza family here is a man called Ozamatu."
"And
he's involved as well?"
Jack
shook his head. "The yakuza clan
is the most powerful thieves' guild on the Rock. All others are weaker challengers. Ozamatu, then, has an investment in preserving the status
quo. The last thing he would want would
be the decentralization of the power structure here."
"His
clan is not involved, then?"
"The
'signature' we are meant to leave after eliminating the prince would point
directly at the yakuza," Jack explained.
"The Shou characters on it are damning."
"But
why?"
"Simple. A full-scale war would erupt between Andru's
supporters and the yakuza. When the
smoke cleared, and the two main powers of the Rock had weakened each other sufficiently,
the nominal plan would be that Rhom and Cartan would be able to stage a
coup. Each, of course, is planning on
double-crossing the other at that time.
Personally, I think Cartan is the more formidable and cunning, so he
will most probably prevail. And then
the Tenth Pit will control the Rock, which is one of the most important trading
center in the spheres."
"You
said the assassination attempt was meant to fail."
"Yes,"
said Jack. "Cartan and Rhom don't
want the prince dead, at least not yet.
If the prince perished, he would be succeeded by his young nephew,
Aric. If that happened, the
conspirators would gain nothing. If,
however, Cartan himself helped to foil the assassination, he would be that much
closer to gaining the Prince's confidence.
That way, later on, when full-blown war erupts between Andru and
Ozamatu, as it inevitably would, Andru is much easier to betray."
"I
see." The elf considered. "I must say I'm surprised you
discovered all of this in such a short time."
Jack
shrugged. "It's a matter of
knowing who to ask and how to ask it.:
"I
would have thought most people would have been rather closemouthed on the
matter."
"I
have ways of motivating them. There is
one thing of great importance that I didn't
discover, however."
Julian
was surprised. "Yes?"
"There
is no sign that Windhook has been back to the Rock since he left it two years
ago. And no sign that he's here
now."
"So
Alexian lied?"
"Possibly. Maybe not."
"So
what do we do? Are you still going to
eliminate Andru?"
"Absolutely. I always fulfill my promises." His eyes were unreadable. "If they've been lying to us about
Windhook, they're going to get more than they bargained for."
"But
Cartan will be waiting to stop the attempt."
Jack
shrugged. "He underestimated
me. That's his problem."
"Surely
he'll have men waiting. Doesn't that
increase the risk?"
"Not
appreciably," said Jack.
"Twilight
Jack!" roared a voice.
The
door groaned and shrieked as it was torn forcibly from its hinges and flung
aside.
A
huge giff came storming in and stared balefully around the room.
The
albino innkeeper started forward.
"Sir-"
The
giff seized him by the collar, lifting him off the floor as if he were a
doll. "My name is Skullcrusher
Velm!" he shouted into the innkeeper's face. "I've killed umber hulks with my bare hands! There isn't anything that walks or breathes
or crawls I can't kill! I am the storm
of the cosmos!"
"I-"
the man protested.
"Out
of the way, insect!" He tossed the
man away, sending him sprawling headfirst into the far wall. "My name's Skullcrusher Velm! And I'm looking for the one they call
Twilight Jack!"